rin

it’s always been hit and miss with toji - you never know what the guy is thinking. he calls you at eerily late times of the night - always after 11pm. his sloppy thick cock in his rough right hand and a sexy dominating tone in his voice, commanding you to come over to the shithole he calls his house so he can fuck you painfully raw. you comply, obviously - but the shameful walk you make towards his place beats it all in terms of how shitty it feels. the horrible feeling of knowing that you’re just going to get fucked by a man who couldn’t give less of a shit about you as a woman or as a person in general. if he even saw you as anything more than a slut in the first place.

you head to his place in the dark, dressed in whatever clean clothes you found on the floor of your room, no effort put in at all since all your clothing ends up as torn up scraps when toji is done with you. another downside to fucking him. but his cock seems to outweigh all cons. even the con of having to walk to his place in the dead of night, your arms around yourself as you breathe out cold frosty mist. the streetlights illuminating the path before you. luring you into tojis undeserving grasp.

you slowly ascend the steps to his place, your hands now in your pockets as you glare at the front door for a few painful seconds. contemplating whether this is even good for you, or if you should just back up and turn around. you eventually suck it up and let out a groan, banging your fist against the dark door and waiting for the man of the hour to appear. you tap your foot against the floor as you wait, your mind running at 100 miles an hour. filling with doubt and regret despite not even having stepped foot into the damn house yet. your lips pressing into a thin line as you finally make up your mind. making the decision but just as your body turns to leave the looming door swings open - and there he stands - in the flesh. grey sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips and a prominent bulge in the center taking up all your attention. “you look awful.” toji grunts and looks you up and down, grimacing at your messy house hoodie and shorts. expecting more of an effort. you just roll your eyes and push past him into his apartment, heading straight to his bedroom - seeing no use in trying to have small chat. that wasn’t the kind of relationship the two of you had.

toji silently follows you into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. his hand reaching up to stroke his chin, looking over at you and grunting before pushing you back onto the bed forcefully - climbing on top of you to pulling your shorts down and moving your panties to the side. wasting no time in inspecting his favourite pussy. his eyes darting over it before he gives your clut a spank, “a real fucking slut you are” toji says in a sexy whisper before reaching down to palm his bulge. pulling his cock out of his loose sweatpants and lining it up with your pulsing hole. he then nonchalantly spits down on his red throbbing cockhead and rubs the saliva over his tip. he smiles down at the sight before tapping your pussy with his flushed tip. scoffing at the wet squelching sound before harshly snapping his hips against yours - pushing his full length inside raw, making you scream into the mattress. the burning stretch too much to take as he keeps his cock buried agonisingly deep inside. your eyes rolling back into your clouded skull and your mouth drooling as you scratch at the sheets, your hole full to the brim with tojis big cocky dick. toji groans and pulls out completely, tapping his tip against your clit again before ramming his cock right back inside you, making you scream loudly once more. “please… g-gentle…” you babble and beg as toji continues his mercilessly rough pace, ignoring your pleads for him to go easy on you.

at this point, the headboard of the bed has been slamming against the wall for hours. after several different positions, you’ve ended up in doggy. your hair being pulled back as toji spanks your ass and fucks into you from the back, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest as he throws his head back and gets lost in the pleasure of your pussy. his mouth slightly parted as he pants prettily. it’s a sight you wish you could see, but unfortunately in your current position you don’t get the best view of anything. your eyes clamped shut as you’re fucked from the back by toji. one hand in your hair and the other on your pussy, teasing and pinching your clit in an urge to make you cum - which of course, he always make sure you do. “fucking hell, pretty girl with a pretty body.” toji teases as he leans forward a little more, letting go of your hair. his pubes brushing against your ass and his abs touching your lower back as he grunts and pins you down with his body. fucking into you sloppily and playing with your clit as he bites down on your shoulder. “cum for me. cum on my cock. messy girl..~” toji praises and that’s all it takes. you let out a desperate cry into the mattress as you make a mess for him just as he requested. you thighs trembling as toji grunts and bottoms out right in your womb. filling you up with his cum, making sure to press his pelvis flush against your ass, ensuring all his seed is shot deep inside you. “gooood girl..” toji purrs before pulling out and giving your ass a good spank.

some time passes and you still lie on tojis bed shivering from overstimulation. toji himself on the other hand is long gone and is sitting on his couch in the other room, manspeading and drinking beer. he grunts and burps and scratches his chin, paying the world no mind as he chugs down beer. but for you, the air is buzzing as your teary eyes slowly adjust again, your legs shaking as you try to get up from the bed. the pain between your thighs however is quite intense and sore, but what can you do. you came to toji at your own free will. what did you expect would happen. you sloppily put on your clothes as best you can, your shorts being inside out first try, much to your displeasure.

you shuffle around a little more in the room, fixing your clothes before you finally emerge from the bedroom, legs weak and hair messy as you lean against the wall for support. tojis dark unbothered eyes turns to you and looks you up and down before looking away, clearly not in any mood to talk to you or comfort you. as expected. you sigh and head to the front door, putting on your shoes and pulling your hoodie over your head as you reach for the door knob - only for the door to be opened from the other side, causing you to stumble back as another woman enters the apartment. she walks in with a prideful stride and cuts her eyes at you - folding her arms with an unimpressed expression. her attitude clearly hostile and bitchy for a reason that you weren’t in the mood to figure out - so you leave.

you only make it a few steps out the door before you stop, face grimacing as you bite your lip in frustration. toji was not the type to stay loyal to only one woman, that just wasn’t how he was wired and you knew that. you knew that yet you still cried when other women visited him, paying him for his dick and his sex. it was a vicious cycle to you. going over to him just for him to look at you with those same greedy desiring eyes he looks at all women with. you weren’t special to him and you know it. so why are you walking back into his apartment, shoving the lady to the side and storming over to him, looking at him with conflicted eyes.

your fists clenched nervously and your breathing shaky from anxiety. your anxious eyes locked on him and his bored eyes locked on you. nothing is said for a while as silence sits awkwardly in the air before toji finally sighs and speaks up.

“if you’re here to talk to me about anything other than sex, don’t bother. i’m not interested in you or anything you have to say.” he says and you immediately flinch, biting you bottom lip and looking down in shame, the slight embarrassed flush on your cheeks giving you away entirely, making toji smirk. “what, you caught feelings or somethin’ ?” toji continues with a scoff “listen, i would consider it, but when it comes to you, you don’t stand out you know. you’re not conventionally pretty, and not all that interesting or smart. you’re just in my good books cause’ of that” he continues coldly, pointing to your crotch with a low chuckle “now get out, im busy” he finishes, sipping his beer and watching you run out his front door in tears before ushering the other woman over to his lap.

mutual masterbation / praise kink / voyeurism !

GOJO SATORU shamelessly admitted to you one day that he liked watching you masterbate. he then emphasised on the fact he more specifically enjoyed watching you finger yourself. the sight of your pretty fingers pushing into the same cunt he fucks every night really turns him on.

“you just always need something up your pussy don’t you” he purrs one day when he walks into your shared bedroom and catches you stuffing your cunt with two of your fingers. SATORU grins and kicks off his shoes before crawling onto the bed and sitting beside you, his eyes locked onto your pussy as he pulls his semi-hard cock out his dress pants. he licks his lips and reaches towards you—taking your hand and bringing it back to him, placing it on his twitching cock. “stroke.” he says calmly before he reaches his hand back over towards you— more specifically your pussy. rubbing your swollen clit with his index and middle fingers before dipping them into your wet hole. he smiles and shuffles closer to you, fingering you at the same speed that you’re stroking his cock. “a pretty girl with such a pretty pussy.” he grins as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, always remembering to treat you with love regardless of what the two of you are doing. “love you” he coos playfully and smiles at you— pressing his forehead to yours as you both cum.

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spanking / creampies !

GETO SUGURU loves nothing more than witnessing his cum leaking out of you after hours of rough fucking. a dazed look in his eyes as he zones out on your pussy— his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips before he dives in and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. a sort of half-assed apology before he rams his cock right back into your sopping wet cunt, fucking you with no mercy, waiting to fill up your pussy all over again.

his hand comes down on your ass, spanking it as he keeps rutting into you, his other hand shoving your head into the mattress to silence your whimpers and sobs for him to slow down. “gonna fill you up again yea’ ? hold it in. don’t waste a single fucking drop.” he growls as he fucks you deep from the back for what feels like hours. time passes and he bottoms out in you again, filling your pussy to the brim before swiftly pulling out and leaning down, watching your cunt with hawk eyes. he frowns as he sees a few drops of his cum trickle out your hole— his hand immediately coming down to spank you again repeatedly till you’re shaking and your asscheek is red. “cmon princess, i said hold it in…” SUGURU sighs before he wipes some sweat off his forehead “here we go again.” he grunts before plunging his cock right back into you for what would most likely not be the last time.

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somnophilia / bondage !

CHOSO KAMO is one nervous man when it comes to participating in any kind of sexual activities with you. sometimes he runs off and sometimes he just freezes up. so to overcome this little fear of his, you suggesting that he fuck you while you’re asleep— so that there are no eyes on him. he was sceptical at first, coming up with any excuse he could to back out but you couldn’t help but see the obvious and protruding bulge appearing beneath his pants at the idea.

so off to bed you went, leaving your panties off and your pussy bare for him while CHOSO gulps and sweats at the sight of you. his hand shakily going to unbuckle his belt and pull out his already leaking cock. he lines up with your hole and nervously pushes inside, clenching his eyes shut as he bites his bottom lip, waiting for any sign from you that could embarrass him, until he remembers— you’re asleep. he blinks a few times, his eyes a little hazy as he looks down at his sleeping princess. “fuck…. pretty thing…” he whispers under his breath as eventually gets more comfortable and starts speeding up, pouting slightly as you toss a little in your sleep. and so he takes off his belt completely, using it to tie your hands to the headboard of the bed— restricting your movement. “you’re so pretty.. pretty doll.. so hot..” he grunts lowly, babbling to himself as his eyes roll back and he ruts into your sleeping body sloppily.

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exhibitionism / degradation !

SUKUNA RYOMEN couldn’t care less what people think of him, and this is clear by the way he has you bouncing on his thick cock while he sits on his throne in front of his servants. bear hugging you and pounding into your cunt while he forces his servants to watch. “look at all the attention you’re getting whore. smile for them.” he purrs devilishly in your ear and holds you down on his cock, making sure it presses deep deep inside your pussy, kissing your cervix. you writhe and twitch in pleasure as a dick drunk smile crosses your lips “thank you” you utter to the beady eyes of the servants— your pussy full to the brim with cock.

SUKUNA then makes sure to kill every servant who ever witnesses the two of you having sex. he brings them to his throne room, puts on a show, then kills them off. a vicious cycle which he couldn’t care less for. in the end it’s all for his pleasure. showing off his bitch and how well you take him inside you. he’s rough like that— rough in bed. which you know better than anyone since it’s you who has both their holes stuffed every night. one with his fingers and one with his cock. since SUKUNA would rather die than use a dildo. both penetrating you at the same time until you’re crying and sobbing. “slutty girl. look at you.” he hissed in your ear as he dicks you down for several more hours until he’s satisfied.

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breeding / katoptronophilia !

NANAMI KENTO is a gentleman. a hard working man with a hard working job. so when he comes home with his cock strained against his tight pants and a pink tint on his cheeks— you already know what to do, being the perfect wife you are. you lead him to the bedroom and wait for him on the bed. however, you’re surprised to see him swerve straight past you, and instead go to prop up the full body mirror right in front of the bed— making sure it’s in position before he makes his way over to you.

he begins peeling off your robe and slipping off your panties, giving gives your pussy a tender kiss as he always does before he dips his cock into your cunt. grunting lowly as he rocks the bed with each thrust. his eyes glancing from your face to the mirror reflecting all the lewd actions the two of you are doing. “god we should’ve done this sooner… my angel..” he whispers in your ear and let’s put a groan as he eventually cums inside you— pulling out momentarily and smiling “you know the drill princess” he says calmly and you nod, reaching down and stuffing his cum back in, making sure it stays inside while be pumps his cock for another round. his soft eyes looking over your body, one of his hands caressing your inner thighs and your clit while his other hand strokes his cock. “ill make sure you’re full tonight my love… relax for me..” NANAMI ushers and kisses your cheek before lining his cock back up with your hole.

- bf gojo satoru who buys you blue flowers every week with a special note attached describing his love for you. he always buys the flowers matching his eyes because he can’t seem to remember yours.

- bf gojo satoru who picks up a habit of itching his skin wherever you touch it. his body burning up with shame as he remembers the women who kissed it not too long before you.

- bf gojo satoru who forgets he has emotions and cries when all his shitty decisions catch up to him. his head in his hands as he sits on the floor by the bed that you’re fast asleep in. your sleeping mind dreaming of a reality where your boyfriend stays loyal.

- bf gojo satoru who forgets all of your anniversaries and instead blames it on the fact you’re not married so the relationship technically doesn’t matter.

- bf gojo satoru who relates you to other women every solitary second you breathe. reminding you of how you could always be better in some way. grumbling and giving you a list on a sticky note or all the things you need to work on. thinner, less clingy, more athletic, more nurturing, more accepting, a pushover, a better cook. a better girl.

- bf gojo satoru who hates making you cry but can’t seem to stop. crying is something he himself does very often and he can’t stand to see himself acting human. the strongest sorcerer isn’t mean to act human.

- bf gojo satoru who cancels all of your dates and instead spends his time alone in his room, crying. he tries to get out of bed and make an effort for you but he can’t seem to bare the idea of his own existence. he contemplates breaking up with you, but he doesn’t want to be alone.

- bf gojo satoru who abandons you and runs off to get himself high on anything he can while also inaudibly screaming for affection from anyone he crosses. he despises crying and he despises affection and he despises you and he despises himself. he hates everything.

GOJO SATORU -> ‘the pervy kisser’

Gojo kisses you in the dirtiest most desperate way. His kisses sloppy and desperate as his tongue licks at your soft lips before licking down your neck with haste. All while his hands grab at your plush hips so he can grind his bulge against your inner thighs like a bitch in heat. He makes sure to leave you as breathless as he is, praising you for your pretty noises while his cock painfully aches in his boxers. He purrs his praises out while his lips stay at your neck and collar bone, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, making sure to cover you in his hickeys. At last he finally snaps and tears off your shirt, his hands grabbing at your bra and ripping it off as well before he sucks at your tits sloppily, spit dripping down his chin as he motorboats you. Sooner or later gojo simply just loses patience and snakes his hand to your skirt and lazily rips it off before reaching your panties and discarding those too. Whispering promises against your skin to buy you more clothes while his lips stay latched to your nipples, sucking them and grinning as his sexy eyes look up to meet your own lust filled ones looking down at him. ☆

GETO SUGURU -> ‘the needy kisser’

Geto always begins his kisses at your jawline, trailing his lips along your jaw before finally connecting with your mouth. His lips sucking at yours as he snakes his hands into your hair and grips it a little, pushing your face closer to his to add more passion to the kiss. He begs a lot, groaning out a “pretty girl” as well as a few mumbles of “princess”. Geto is always vocal, letting you know how much he likes you. Especially when his hands run down your spine before tracing the middle of your lower back. His eyes hazy as his lips stay connected to yours. Make-out sounds filling the room as his hands reach down to cup your ass. You pull away for breath for a moment only to be met with a harsh slap delivered to your cheek and a grumble from geto, his displeasure from you pulling away evident as he tugs your hair back and litters kisses over your exposed neck. “don’t fucking move” he orders as his fingers slide into your panties. ☆

NANAMI KENTO -> ‘the sensual kisser’

Nanami presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead before slowly wrapping his large hand around your throat, groans leaving his lips as he listens to your noises. Nanami presses his lips to yours, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his eyes still open as you two maintain eye contact for a moment. You whimper and nanami eats that shit up, letting out a low grunt as he presses his crotch to yours, backing you against a wall and kissing your jaw, his hand still wrapped around your pretty neck. He feels embarrassed at how horny you’re making him feel simply by allowing him to choke you softly. He sighs and releases your neck, pressing kisses to the soft bruising he left behind before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared bedroom for him to breed you. ☆

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╰┈➤ authors note - i took an extraordinarily long break as we are all very aware. im not gonna guarantee me being consistent from this point forward cuz that would just be me lying out my ass. anyways, hope y’all enjoyed and aren’t too annoyed that i showed up with smut and dicks instead of a continuation of the gojo fic ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎ ☆

Sunsets gleam perfectly through my window, its beams of sunlight giving me a shimmering orange glow. My slightly parted lips exhaling hot breaths as the sun bores into my eyes, its beauty blinding me, stripping away my sight. Just as you do, Satoru. When you go away, i still see you. I see you in the sun that rises and falls each day. I see you in the supple glow of the stars, and i see you in blinding sunsets. My eyes begin to water, its lustrous light hurting me, i look away and stare into nothing, the image of you, or more accurately, the sunset, still imprinted on my retinas.

I spend my days staring at the sun, letting it hurt me. Letting you hurt me, letting you make me cry. Allowing for your bright attracting light to be the cause for my loss of sight. Day after day, i let you burn me, until one day, i look away for good, allowing my mind to consume and realise that the sun isn't everything. There is night. Pitch black night. A time of day where you're unable to shine. A time of day where i met 'him'. I man equally as blinding as you, just without the unforgettably painful burn you possess.

"Satoru ?" I stride into the shared apartment, calling out for my boyfriends name, looking left and right as i explore the empty rooms, no sign of his presence. I sigh and walk over to the bedroom shared between me and him. The bedroom he never sleeps in anymore. An unmade bed sits in the middle of the room and my belongings lay scattered on the floor, my bed a mess and several small plush toys lay messily on my crumpled bed sheets. All the toys previously gifted to me by Satoru, symbols of our love. They all look incredibly dirty and unkempt, mirroring our current affairs. I make a mental note to throw them in the wash later, i make another mental note that i should definitely stop lying to myself.

I undress and put on a robe, covering myself lazily and crawling onto the bed, positioning myself comfortably, my back against the headboard, my legs crossed and my phone laying in my lap, waiting to be used. I let out another long and tired sigh, missing the companionship of another living breathing person, no person in particular, just a person. I lift up my phone from my lap and plug in my earphones, connecting the two and opening up my phone, putting on some music to help ease the gaping hole in my heart. Tears threaten to fall, my mind fully aware of the loneliness I brush off as the selfish desire for attention from my partner. Perfectly logical and yet as he says "unnecessarily clingy." I close everything off and let the music take effect, just as a drug would, my eyes flutter closed. Unaware of my surroundings.

No longer than 20 minutes pass when i'm shaken out of my trance, my eyes open and i scan the room before they land on someone. "Satoru." i say nonchalantly, no tenderly laced love in my tone. No love left to give. Satoru looks at me, his eyes vibrant and yet so lazy as he stares at me. "Didn't you hear me come in ?" he complains and i ignore him. A common theme in our relationship dynamic. Ignoring and ignorance. I stare straight at him, our eyes linked and communication with the use of vocal words deemed unnecessary, our pupils saying all we wish to say with words. He lunges forward and presses his lips against mine, desperation evident in his body language as he grasps at my robe, tearing it off and chucking its remains over the side of the bed. I have no words, i never do. I just give him a lazy nod, a sign of acceptance and allow him to do as he pleases. As i always seem to do.

"Sometimes i wonder if you even give a shit about me." i say calmly. My knees to my chest and my arms around myself as i look straight ahead into nothingness. Satoru looks up from his phone and gives me a bored look "Not this again, seriously Y/n. we just had sex, what more do you want ?" he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "you don't love me, Satoru." i reply, my voice almost a whisper as i continue staring ahead, my mind running wild as i feel my eyes mist up. Satoru notices this. Satoru notices everything. He stares at me, emotionless and blank faced before he goes back to his phone, confirming nor denying my statement. He simply continues doing whatever it is he does on his phone, something enjoyable enough to erupt a slight smirk on his lips. The same smirk he offers women. I get off the bed and get dressed, throwing on whatever it is i could find before unhooking a coat from behind the door and putting it on, leaving the bedroom and leaving the house without a word from Satoru.

I walk out into the night, my hands deep in the pockets of my coat as I wander the dark streets with my head low, my eyes glued to the floor. Clearly distressed, unnoticed by anyone as the midnight streets remain clear, naturally. I walk for about 30 minutes, into a park and onto a lone bench. I sit myself down and close my legs, containing myself to only a small section of the bench. My shaky slow breaths coming out as cold smoke, frosted and misty. The nights comforting chill circulating around me as i huddle on the wooden bench. My mind frazzled as i sit alone.

I embrace the setting, the moons shining surface reflecting on the streetlights everlasting glow. I look down at the floor momentarily before looking back up and noticing an obstruction from my view of the moon. A tall and brooding man with messy hair and a prominent scar which is seen violently standing out over the corner of his lips. His eyes dark as the night that surrounds us. He opens his mouth and a deep voice is fittingly met to match his manly face "It's late, why're you alone ?" he asks, his face neutral and yet oddly attentive. I blink and raise an eyebrow "that's a creepy sentence." i respond and he gives me a smirk, contorting the scar on his lip slightly. He points to the spot beside me on the bench and i nod a little too willingly. He sits down beside me with a grunt.

We sit in silence momentarily before he speaks again, his raspy voice making my ears prick up. "You got a name ?" he asks and i respond, my voice oddly low "Y/n. you ?" "Toji. just Toji." he specifies and i snicker "your family shunned you or something ?" i joke. "Something like that." he grunts in response, chuckling at my comment. We make comfortable small talk for a while. i find out certain things about him and he finds out my reason for being on a bench so late at night. "an argument with your boyfriend huh" Toji says with his common grunt, shrugging before slouching further into the bench. i nod and look at the floor, the urge to open up consumes me and i look to my side, my eyes meeting Tojis as i continue staring at the strange man seated beside me, giving him a pleading look before he lets out an exasperated sigh and nods "go on." he groans and i smile.

I explain all the details about me and Satoru, about our relationship. His behaviour, his constant disappearing. His lack of communication. His constant flirty smirking at his phone. The fees that come out of his account leading to purchases made at a strip club. The lies. His past relationships. His history of cheating. His old player lifestyle. Toji stares at me stunned, his mouth agape as he listens to me intently. "what a shitty guy" Toji says as he scratches his hair a little at my open confession of my boyfriends mistreatment. "yeah.." i respond, staring back at the ground and feeling myself getting teary eyed. I clamp my hands together and hold a clear frown of my face, the street light somehow making my features appear beautiful. Toji notices this. Toji notices everything. The night drags on.

I stand up from the bench at last and stretch my legs, letting out a yawn and checking the time on my phone, it reads '02:33am'. I sigh and open my phone to see several missed calls from Satoru. My eyes widen and i look to Toji who shrugs. I grumble at him and turn back to my phone, staring at the several missed calls, counting them up and coming to a result. 16 missed calls. "hey Toji, i think im gonna go back home." i continue staring at the phone in my shaky hands. Toji grunts and spreads his legs even more on the bench, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before placing it at his lips.

I stand still, frozen and confused. Toji smokes his cigarette and watches me intently. His eyes scanning me from top to bottom, a glint appears in his eyes, it's faint but evident. He scratches his chin and continues staring at me. I turn around, finally ready to speak but his face turns away immediately, as if he's hiding something. I tilt my head at his reaction, puzzled as he continues to face away from me. "Thanks for everything Toji, i'm gonna go now.." i speak up and Toji simply grunts, seemingly uninterested in my words however his jittery thigh gives him away. I smile softly at the man who i'd spent about 3 hours conversing with. My heart melts and i approach him, standing in front of him and opening my arms. He gives me a questionable look before standing up and hugging me. "You're like the best friend i never had." i say softly and he chuckles, squeezing me tightly before letting go and giving me his best attempt at a smile, not a smirk or a grin, a smile. He looks awful but it's the thought that counts. I give him a playful salute before turning away and making my way back to the apartment i share with Satoru, my head held high.

I walk back to the apartment and walk inside, i'm immediately met with Satoru running to me the second he hears the door open. Before i can say a word my boyfriend speaks "i do love you..." he utters and the waterworks break, i begin to sob and he stares at me wide eyed. Opening his arms and holding my crying figure, hushing me and cooing sweet words into my ears, the first time he's done that in months. "but.. you cheated on me.. your card." i stutter over my words, clearly talking about the strip club fees coming from his card on most nights. He freezes and chuckles softly, holding me in his arms and kissing my temple, "baby, a friend of mine is a fan of that kinda stuff so i pay for him to go... i would never cheat on you." he lies with a soft smile and in a state of weakness, i believe him. He chants how much he loves me in my ears, petting my hair and whispering sweet words to soothe me.

He carries me bridal style to bed, his soft face looking down at me with care. I smile up at him and nuzzle against his warm chest before he places me gently on the bed, pulling the covers over me and kissing my forehead before he turns to leave. "Satoru.. where are you going ?" i ask softly, having the idea in my head that we'd hold each other tenderly and fall asleep together. "Just to the kitchen to get a snack, i'll be right back.. have some rest my love." he responds, kissing me softly on my forehead once more before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him. I smile and sink into the covers, believing him with my whole heart. My love for the man is deafening. So much so that i fail to hear the front door open and close, the soft sound of clicking heels entering the apartment.